Sinbad's mind wondered he found himself always amazed at his luck and the vastness of the ocean,multitude of known and infinitude imagines of beauty from a woman to the course sail he held in his hands.Sinbad devoted his thoughts not on the current conditions of fixing the main sail but on the endless possibilities of expedition.That sent his soul flying towards the very splenders of the world itself.Gossamer thin threads of crimson and azure,the flames of swirling golds,whites and pale blues forever on the horizan that marked the graves of vanished stars,perhaps marking doomed civizations caught helplessly like his own ship in a storm but had not had the fortune to escape its wrath.But something nagged at Sinbad in the back of his mind,pushing,fighting to come forward an apprehension..Bryn.Sinbad shook his head slightly trying to come to terms with his own growing attraction towards her-friendship- he kept telling himself,but with each pasting day it begin to grow harder for Sinbad.For it was Bryn who was forging ahead looking for items and food that they could use while he and the rest were mending Nomads sail.He didn't like the idea that she had skirted outside of the range of his eyesight.He caught himself anxiously waiting just to hear word from her.Maybe it was that new man Logar she had with her this time out.An inexperience man like that.Good looking watching her all the time out of the corner of those beady little eyes . No ..it's LOGAR could bring out devastating circumstances to any well seasoned traveler even Bryn.
"Ha, Little brother what are you trying to do sew me to sail."Doubar grasped as he pulled his hand away from the twine Sinbad had started to sew around Doubar's hand.